Miles out in the sticks, your bud turns to you with sweat beading across their brow. They look you in the eye, trembling, as they say the four words that can lay waste to any fishing or camping expedition, "we're out of beer." 😶 Smoother than Sinatra's aftershave, you reach into your hidden RTIC cooler and pull out an icy brew. 🍻 Crisis averted, friendship tempered, satiety your reward.

No one's saying we're afraid of the dark. Definitely not. But say, theoretically, we were to get "sensibly anxious" at night while camping. Lucky for us, this crushable solar lantern would be easy to pack in our bag next to the stuffed bear and copy of Goodnight Moon. Did you hear that? 👻